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The Day Before The Day Before..
Waking Up From The Night Before,
Blood Soaked Clothes,
Litter The Floor..
Now Trying To Remember,
Instead Of Trying To Forget..
My Visions A Blur,
Blood Shot Eyes,
Cuts Across My Chest,
My Arms And My Thighs..
A Pool Of Blood,
Disguised As My Bed,
From A Blade To My Wrists,
A Strike To The Head..
Feelings Start To Return,
Valium Cutting A Slight Edge,
Alcohol Dims The Constant Pain,
The Healing Of Flesh,
A Recovering Vein..
Hours Pass,
My Limbs Start To Creak,
Body Starts To Move,
My Mouth Starts To Speak..
The Cocktail Kicking In,
Feeling Half Human Again..
I Haven’t Got Long To Savour,
I’m Jekyll Now,
Dr Hyde’s Around Later..
Blood Soaked Clothes,
Litter The Floor..
Now Trying To Remember,
Instead Of Trying To Forget..
My Visions A Blur,
Blood Shot Eyes,
Cuts Across My Chest,
My Arms And My Thighs..
A Pool Of Blood,
Disguised As My Bed,
From A Blade To My Wrists,
A Strike To The Head..
Feelings Start To Return,
Valium Cutting A Slight Edge,
Alcohol Dims The Constant Pain,
The Healing Of Flesh,
A Recovering Vein..
Hours Pass,
My Limbs Start To Creak,
Body Starts To Move,
My Mouth Starts To Speak..
The Cocktail Kicking In,
Feeling Half Human Again..
I Haven’t Got Long To Savour,
I’m Jekyll Now,
Dr Hyde’s Around Later..
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